Han’s Son is Not a Slave

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On the fishing boat, when the explosion sounded, Luo Lun excitedly slapped his fist: "Well, it's going to blow up all the tartars to the sky!"

Zhang Huangyan did not expect the medicine array to have such amazing power. Hearing the sound alone, it was earth-shattering, and one could imagine what would happen to those full of Tartars. Thinking that the Zhejiang army is not good at land warfare, if you can master this gunpowder explosion method, and fight against the Qing army in the future, you will be able to have an additional weapon to control the enemy, so I humbly ask Zhou Shixiang for advice.

"Master Shang Shu, just using gunpowder to spread on the ground can't achieve this effect. You need to choose some pre-stored medicine packs. It is these medicine packs that are really powerful, not the gunpowder spread on the ground. If you don't have those medicine packs , the gunpowder spread at best burns the enemy soldiers rather than kills them. Oh, of course, sprinkle more nails and gravel on the powder array, so that the lethality will be greater."

On the contrary, Zhou Shixiang did not hide his secrets, and he sincerely admired Zhang Huangyan and the anti-Qing soldiers of the Zhejiang Army from all over the world. The world's anti-Qing forces are from one family. At the beginning, he was able to pull the loyalty camp, and now he can naturally help the Zhejiang army.

Hearing that Zhou Shixiang would send someone to teach the Zhejiang Army, assist the Zhejiang Army with weapons and equipment, help train officers and soldiers, and teach the use of gunpowder, Zhang Huangyan was very grateful, but thinking that most of the Zhejiang Army is now being pursued by the Jinli Department, he couldn't help but feel a little bit more. God is hurt, I don't know how many soldiers will survive in the end.

Zhou Shixiang persuaded him: "A single spark can start a prairie prairie. As long as Lord Shang Shu doesn't give up, there will be a resurgence of the Zhejiang Army in the future.

"Yes, a single spark can start a prairie fire! As long as we have a great country, how can we be reduced to stinky taint! As long as we have our motherland in our hearts and China in our hearts; as long as we are not willing to be slaves of Manta, as long as we do not care about our lives, our Han family will never be able to rise again. !"

Zhang Huangyan was swept away. Since Jiashen, how many people with lofty ideals have died in this country, and how many people have died, but there are still countless Han men who have fought against foreigners one after another. , but blood feud! It was the tens of millions of unjust souls who died tragically in the two capitals and thirteen provinces under the slaughter of Manda and called the living to avenge them; Fight to the death for it.

When Manchu and Tartar entered the customs, it was not the country that perished the Ming Dynasty, but the seed of the perishing Han people!

Today, the officers and men of the Zhejiang Army are fighting for the Han people, dying for the Han people, and dying for the countless grievances of the Han family.

They are just one step ahead!

Zhang Huangyan clenched his fists, his eyes full of firmness.

Luo Lun suddenly said: "The Duke of the country doesn't know anything, Lord Shang Shu already wrote a death poem when he was in the Yinghuo Mountains."

"Oh?"

After hearing Luo Lun's words, Zhou Shixiang was startled and looked at Zhang Huangyan.

Zhang Huangyan shook his head and said, "As early as when I started with the Duke of Dingxi, I had the will to write a poem of death. I persisted for more than ten years. If it wasn't for the prince, I would have achieved nothing. That day in the Yinghuo Mountains, Thinking was afraid of being incapacitated, so I wrote such a poem."

Luo Lun said, "I can recite this poem by the Lord of the Book for the Duke."

"No!"

Zhou Shixiang hurriedly stopped Luo Lun from reciting Zhang Huangyan's fatal poem. Since it is a fatal poem, it can only be exported before death, so how can it be said easily. Although Luo Lun was young and didn't know much about the world, but seeing Zhou Shixiang's expression, he suddenly realized, and he blamed himself for being hasty.

However, Zhang Huangyan laughed: "I don't need to be like this, my countryman, I'll talk about life and death a long time ago, so I don't have that much taboo." After speaking, he actually recited to himself: "I am on May 9th today, and I will meet again on September 7th; the building is no longer supported. , Chengren is done."

"Master Shang Shu..."

Zhou Shixiang's nose was sour. He knew that without him, Zhang Huangyan would be killed by the Qing army next year in Bijiaofang, Hangzhou. Before his death, he wrote "Poem of Death";

"It's a great country, but it's a pity to fall into fishy mutton!"

The last thing Zhang Huangyan left to the world was a sigh looking at Wu Shan. Since then, there has been one more grave on the West Lake.

In this era, Zhou Shixiang knew the deeds of many national heroes. If he was an official, he would only serve Du Yinxi and Zhang Huangyan. However, the former was always ostracized by He Tengjiao, Qu Shisi and others in the Yongli court, unable to show his great talent and strategy, and finally died; , with the ambition to serve the country in the air, and finally died tragically under the knife of the Qing army.

Er Jin, Du Yinxi is dead, but Zhang Huangyan is here!

Zhou Shixiang swore that as long as he did not die in battle, he would let Zhang Shangshu step into Beijing, step out of Shanhaiguan, and step onto the land of Liaodong.

North, North, North!

Erlang of the Han family always faces north!

Where the saber goes, where the sun and the moon shine, is where the soul of my Han family son is buried.

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Yue Le was caught in a tight siege.

Countless Taiping army ambush soldiers rushed out from both sides of the hillside and rushed to the green camp of the Han army on the official road, causing them to be cut into several pieces, unable to echo each other. There were gunshots everywhere in the front and rear, and explosions everywhere. The Qing army was caught off guard.

At first, when he heard the screams on the slopes on both sides, Liu Liangzuo wondered what was going on. The result was that the guns and guns rang out in unison, and countless ambush soldiers in red military uniforms rushed down. The ambush soldiers rushing at the forefront threw bamboo tubes into the Han army ranks. The smoke immediately filled the official road, and the sound of explosions was incessant, as if the mountains and plains were filled with artillery of the ambush soldiers.

A thunderbolt fell behind Liu Liangzuo, and a flying nail pierced the back of his head.

This nail came too late~www.NovelMTL.com~ 16 years late. Sixteen years ago, Liu Liangzuo in Jiangyin City should have died.

The sound of explosions continued to sound all around, iron nails and rubble were flying, gun cannons and arrows volleyed on the mountain, and the Taiping army rushing in front of them slashed with slashes and spears, killing the Qing army. Those Qing soldiers who were seriously wounded and not dead could only moan non-stop on the ground, begging their companions to save him, but they saw their companions fall one by one.

The Han army was in chaos, the green camp was in chaos, and the Qing army generals were unable to gather their subordinates and organize resistance in the face of sudden blows. The people in front screamed and ran to the front, and the people behind turned around and ran to the back. The ones in the middle didn't know how to decide, they couldn't even find a place to hide on the mountain.

The loud noise from the front made Yue Le and the Qing army lose their last hope. Yue Le's Goshha desperately ran back to protect the prince, but when they finally rushed out of the Han army green camp crowd, they found that the way back had been blocked. A group of cavalry rushed towards them roaring, Yue Le could understand that what the cavalry shouted was Mongolian.

"Catch Yue Le alive!"

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